Dylan kept smiling secretly like a fool throughout the day. Maybe not so secretive since everyone seemed to notice his good mood. They had never seen Prince Damian acted like this before, maybe a wicked smirke but an actual smile ...unheard of. Did he kill someone and got away with it again?
Gilbert went to him , being suspicious. What was making the prince smile like this, he wondered. He had thought he'd be furious because of the marriage he had not want
" Your highness, won't you be having breakfast with the royal family?" Dylan paused and looked at Gilbert like he did not understand the language at all.
" Breakfast with who?" He looked at him seriously. No he hadn't heard correctly.
" You always dine with the royals for breakfast and dinner. " Gilbert looked at him puzzled . What was wrong this time?
Dylan couldn't believe he had to dine with.... families for breakfast. Why the hell do they dine together? Don't they all have royal stuff to attend to?. Where did they get the time to eat and dine with royal family.
" All of them." Gilbert was getting confused again didn't he always dine with them
" Yes your highness."
" Why?" He suddenly ask. The man appointed to serve him all his life was lost for words. How could he ask such question
" Why?... Um well, you just dine with them, it's part of your duties." How the hell was he supposed to know why he dine with his family!!
Dylan sighed. There's no way he was going to put up with families they were a pain in the but and they were....many , very very many.
The king and queen. Then his two siblings—Lord Eric and Princess Ruth. Each with five children, like some cursed royal pattern. Ten brats in total. Add their spouses, then the extended kin… A never-ending parade of royals. If anything could drive him berserk without effort, it would be that.
He remembered them being so many. He doesn't really remember their particular faces but he just remembered that they were many. Too many.
" I have to train. His majesty told me to get another tyrant pet. My life is on the line, better than wasting time pretending to like people. But is it really all of them. Like the king, queen, the siblings of the king and their children, with their spouses?" Dylan asked. He really didn't want to believe it
" Yes your highness." Gilbert creased his brows , wasn't he already aware of this. The prince had been acting strange lately. Was he having amnesia? Is he I'll?
" I'll go to the training grounds then, it's my last day. I have to make sure I get the king a new damn pet." Gilbert looked at him he was acting like prince Damian again. He knows real well that he doesn't fancy the king.
" Your men are probably there already." Gilbert said leading the way though Damian already knows the way it was part of his duties to the prince.
But Dylan wasn't moving, 'there he goes again speaking a foreign language' Dylan thought. Whose men? . Gilbert almost felt his heart leaped out of his chest when he saw the prince suddenly glaring at him. He thought their conversation was going well.
" Men" His frown was sharp.
" Your men, to assist you to go to the forest of yelgra." Gilbert blinked what wrong had he done.He only said that they were people going with him who will try their best to die in his stead
" I do not have nor want any thing that'll slow me down." His voice sent chills down Gilbert spine
" They always follow you around to keep you safe." So the little prince had babysitters
" Safe, they keep me safe" he took slow steps to Gilbert." But I wonder who will keep them safe from me." His eyes icy as his words
Gilbert gluped. Why was the prince acting like he wants to kill the guards immediately. Who would want to kill something that will keep you safe. He's acting like another person again
"Do you intend to harm them." Dylan gave him a look, like what he said wasn't a bad idea
" I do not want babysitters." Gilbert was stunned, baby....
" Your highness, they need to serve you as they were appointed if they don't serve you or they'll have no use and they will be killed." Oh what had he said. He forgets that saying the word kill always thrills the prince. But the prince won't or rather can't kill them. He mights wants to but he can't
" I don't think I'll lose any good night sleep if they were to be beheaded in front of me just because I said I have no use of them anymore." Dylan rolled his eyes. Men, bodyguards . They insult him
" But you can't kill them." Dylan looked at him and smirked
" Why? Am I not allowed to?"
Again! Did he forget already? . Dylan saw the way Gilbert was looking at him, like something was wrong with him so he did a mental search in Damian's memories. But nothing fazed him, he didn't get what was the big deal about the guards that Gilbert was looking at him like that. Only that the guards served one of his brothers, that was all. Then he tilted his head a little, was that the problem. His brother, oh now he gets it his brother would have Damian's head if he touched what was his without his permission.
Dylan scoffed, they weren't around but it like they never left. Of course Damian would be scared for his precious princly life. His brother would make things difficult for him if he laid his fingers on them
" Ah, it slipped my mind the damn princes." He pictured the way Damian would have said it very well. Gilbert sighed
" You remembered."
" But what to do?" Gilbert looked at him questioningly." I don't think I give a damn about those f**king princes anymore."
Gilbert eyes widened, what did he just say? The princess, was he out of his marbles. No one no matter how cruel or how stubborn, not even the king! Would touch the princes stuff . Like their rooms, clothes, their chair, hell anything that's theirs no matter how insignificant it might sound. They were just that crazy! Hell he knew Collins was trying to kill him but he doesn't touch him, he just torture him , not by laying a finger on his hair, he just rapes and tortured his lover instead.
No one dares the princes though they don't even know if they're alive at all but still. His men . Now he knew something was wrong with Prince Damian for sure.